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Minfilia almost jumped when doors to the Solar opened violently but taught by experience of years of dealing with smaller and bigger crisis, she kept her eyes focused on the papers in front of her.
When whoever entered remained quiet, twitching nervously at the edge of her vision, she calmly raised her eyes, quite surprised to see the newest member of the Scions.
Their rising star, Surr, stood before her desk, nervously picking at the sleeve of her caster robe, looking anywhere but at Minfilia. Uncharacteristically, her ears were lowered, tail whipping behind her in distress, as she stepped from one foot to the other, clearly waiting for Minfilia to acknowledge her presence.
Minfilia closed the pen she was using for taking notes of Y’shtola’s newest report, and schooling her expression in neutral manner, she regarded twitching Miqo’te in front of her.
“Is something the matter, Surr?” she asked calmly. “I thought you’re quite busy with the expedition at the Find.”
Moreover, Minfilia was near certain that official form Surr filled, for any missions not dealing directly with Primal summoning to be directed to the other Scions, still laid somewhere between papers on her desk.
“I want an assignment,” white-haired Seeker raised her eyes at blond leader of the Scions, biting her lower lip. “Preferably, away from Mor Dhona.”
Minfilia raised her eyebrows, motioning toward a chair standing in front of her desk. Surr looked uncertain, but she dropped on in after short consideration.
“Did something happen at the camp?” Minfilia asked carefully. “I thought you’re quite enjoying your time there, considering form you filled.”
Surr's ears dropped lower, and she averted her eyes.
“I did… I mean, I do,” she corrected immediately. “I think… I just need to be away from there for a bit.” She tangled a long strand of white hair around her finger, a nervous gesture Minfilia never saw usually stoic Miqo’te to exhibit.
“I don’t mean to pry,” blonde started calmly, “but maybe you can explain what happened to help me understand.”
Surr stayed quiet for a long moment, then she looked back at Minfilia with unusual fire in her eyes.
“There is this woman, merchant Silica, that arrived this morning at the camp with group of traders,” she started, wringing her nose in clear distaste. “She does nothing but flirts with G'r... with scholars at the camp,” she corrected quickly, but Minfilia took note of the slip. “I can’t stand that,” usually calm Miqo’te huffed with indignation.
“Ah…” Minfilia fought to keep her expression neutral, though she thought she had pretty good indication what truly upset her friend. “If her behavior really is so troubling, I’m sure you can rise the subject with leaders of the expedition, can’t you?”
Surr huffed again, crossing her arms on her chest, averting her eyes again.
“I’m sure Rammbroes would take your distress in consideration,” Minfilia prodded gently.
“I am not distressed!” Surr cast her angry look, ears perking up in agitation, at which blonde raised her hands in calming gesture. Miqo’te grind her teeth, looking away, then she sagged miserably in her seat. “I just wish she would leave him alone,” she added in a whisper.
Ah, there it was.
“Him? One of the scholars?” she asked softening her voice.
“Yes, G’raha Tia, historian from Old Sharlayan, send to overlook the expedition,” came quiet answer, her ears lowering miserably. “That woman, just took one look at him and…” another angry huff.
Name sounded vaguely familiar, though Minfilia couldn’t place it at first. Then she thought back to the letter she received not long ago from her good friend, Krile, mentioning that her comrade in Students of Baldesion was bound to arrive in Eorzea.
Minfilia looked at her young friend carefully. Surr joined their ranks two years ago, barely seventeen at the time. She never showed any interest in representatives of same, neither opposite sex. Not that Minfilia made it her business to get involved in her comrades affairs.
Yet she couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for her young charge. And Seeker’s Tia's had been infamous for very specific reasons.
Maybe it would be safer to accept Surr’s request and find her a task far away from Mor Dhona. She tapped on her lip in consideration, lost in thought so it took her a moment to noticed that Surr was continuing quietly:
“…she looks at him like at a piece of meat. That woman just sees the ears and a tail and think he’s to be used as she pleases,” Surr’s purple eyes burned with indignation. “She doesn’t care how brilliant he is, how his eyes light up with enthusiasm at anything to do with the Allag,” she sounded like she considered that as personal insult. “Yes, he’s bratty and brash, sometimes annoying, but he have a good heart, and he’s charming and funny when he wants to, and considerate and…” she caught herself, looking away, picking up an end of her nervously twitching tail and putting in her lap.
Minfilia hummed in the back of her throat, looking at her young friend with soft smile. She wasn’t sure if Surr realized she was clearly smitten with the man, so she finally asked carefully:
“And did this G’raha Tia returned her attentions?”
She mumbled something under her breathed, looking anywhere but not at her.
“Excuse me?”
“He laughed! She put her hands on his arm, clearly flirting and he laughed!” Miqo’te sagged miserably.
Minfilia fought really hard not to let corners of her mouth twitch.
Instead she straightened, regarding her friend with neutral expression, then pretended to ruffle through the papers at her desk, looking at it carefully; it was Tataru's material order from last month.
“I have only one assignment at the moment,” she lied smoothly, Surr rising her eyes curiously. “It’s an order for goods delivery to Kugane, so if you want to take it, travel alone will take months. Though I’m sure by the time you’re back, whole expedition at the Find will be long done, if you wish to avoid it.”
Miqo’te bit her lower lip, her eyes huge. Minfilia bit back her smile.
“I… I thought about something closer,” Surr averted her eyes again.
“I’m sorry, nothing else at the moment, and actually this one I planned to give to Thancred. Gods know he can use some time away from Eorzea after whole debacle with Lahabrea.”
Surr swallowed hard, staring at Minfilia with a lost look.
“What should I do then?”
Blonde smiled softly.
“Maybe you should go back and see what will happen? I know you’re fascinated with anything about the Allag, because of your summoning practice, and it would be a shame to miss out on this occasion, wouldn’t it?”
In her eyes, it was better for Surr to face whatever awaited at that camp. Tia's were infamous for being unfaithful and somewhat eager to please. It was better if Champion of Eorzea didn’t get distracted by silly crush, especially if object of her affection didn’t deserve it.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Surr?” she made sure dismissal was clear in her voice.
She felt bad when Miqo’te risen to her feet, her ears low, tail dragging miserably.
“No,” she answered simply, still not looking at her.
“Then I’ll let you know when we have a task more fitting for your skills" she smiled politely, waving her hand in dismissal.
Surr left without a word, and Minfilia went back to Y’shtola's report, trying not to feel guilty.
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G'raha Tia grinned widely, his mismatched, red and cyan, eyes lighting up when he saw Surr coming back to their camp at the Saint Coinach's Find.
He was worried when she left few hours ago with a huff, clearly annoyed at something. Most people probably wouldn’t notice, as she was very talented at turning her expression in a neutral mask, but after last two weeks he considered himself an expert at reading her body language. For him, every twitch of her ears or tail was telling a story up on itself.
Not that he was obsessed, mind you, as he convinced himself.
He was just hopelessly in love with Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, rising star of Scions of the Seventh Dawn.
He was considered eccentric and brash, but even he knew what were his chances with that.
Ever since two weeks ago, when he realized his feelings for her, during the talk they had one rainy evening, he couldn’t help himself as his mismatched eyes followed her every step, his ears perked up eagerly at every word coming from her lovely mouth, his unruly tail waving happily at every chance at her company.
Really, he was quite embarrassed, at his age acting like a love-struck kit.
“So that Crystal Tower,” asked Hyur woman at his side, grabbing his attention, though his eyes stayed glued to slight frame of white-haired Miqo’te entering the camp. “Is it very dangerous?”
“I suppose it can be,” he answered politely, his tail twitching slowly when Surr got close. “Welcome back, Surr,” he tried to temper excitement in his voice as she was about to pass them.
She regarded him with a hard gaze, Warrior’s mask firmly in place. He froze, his tail dropping and ears lowering slightly.
“Hello, G’raha Tia,” her voice was polite, though cold as ice. She looked away, heading toward campfire near them, her ears raised stiffly.
Did he offend her somehow? G’raha swallowed tightly, fighting to keep his ears in neutral position.
“Is that Warrior of Light?” whispered in awe woman at his side.
“Ah, yes,” he smiled at her tightly, wondering what she was even still doing there.
She arrived with other merchants this morning, as he happened to exit his tent, groggy thanks to studying till late. Or rather attempts at the study, as thoughts of purple eyes and white locks kept distracting him from dusty tomes they found in the Labyrinth.
While he introduced himself politely, Surr emerged from her tent, adorably rubbing at her eyes and yawning widely, stealing his attention immediately. Hyur woman grabbed his arm at that moment, saying something, and he laughed in reflex, trying to cover his reaction to Warrior’s sight and the fact that he completely missed her name.
When he focused at Surr again, she averted her eyes, hurriedly grabbing her backpack and leaving the camp in direction of Mor Dhona.
He assumed she was called in by the Scions, his enthusiasm for the day waning. During the weeks she spend with him… them at the camp, it happened more then once, usually meaning she would be gone for a day or two at least.
To see Surr come back so quickly was a boon, but clearly she was upset. He sighed, looking again at the woman who kept following him around the camp, some time after her comrades finalized their trade at the camp and left.
He was not so naive as to not know what she wanted. After all Tia’s had a reputation, consequences of which he already experienced more then once.
Growing up in Sharlayan, his red hair, looks and mismatched eyes drew attention, even more so after he picked up archery, helping him develop quite well build frame. He was not a stranger to occasional fling. Especially in his most unruly years.
But even most sweet fruit grew sour with overindulgence. Once G’raha realized flings no longer amused him, and started looking for a more serious partner, he learned quite fast that Tia’s like him were not seen as a relationship material.
Even though years spend in Sharlayan teach him to have better control over his ears and tail, and tune down his overabundant need for affection and eagerness to please those close to him, few he approached in hope, turn him down flat, laughing mockingly at mere idea of relationship with a Tia.
He learned his lesson, instead turning his enthusiasm to study of the Allag; ever present mystery of his right eye driving him to finally earn his Archon marks and leading him to the doorstep of Crystal Tower.
He felt touch on his arm, which returned him to the present quite violently.
“I heard someone mention you’re a scholar helping with study of the Tower,” Hyur woman smiled at him slyly, moving her hand across his bracer. “I find that fascinating. You look too handsome and young for a scholar.”
Gods, he nearly grimaced, but was she laying it on thick.
He freed his forearm with a polite smile, dismissal clear in his eyes.
“I’m afraid there is nothing overly interesting in that. I happen to love old books, that’s all,” he answered.
Clearly not one to be easily discouraged, she moved in closer, putting her hand on his chest and dragging it downwards, looking at him from under her lashes.
“I find it hard to believe,” she nearly purred, “I’m sure there are… things you may find more interesting then books.”
He blushed, his eyes automatically running toward a target of his near constant distraction lately. She sat stiffly by the fire, white locks falling over her back in luscious waves, that he yearned to tangle his fingers in.
Woman at his side chuckled, misreading his sudden blush. Before he could react, out of nowhere she grabbed his tail, dragging her nails through the soft fur. He jumped, shocked at the unexpected, unwelcome touch.
“Take your dirty hands of him, you hag,” from behind his back came furious, low voice.
He turned his head sharply in surprise, his ears laying flat against his head.
Surr, in her full Warrior glory suddenly stood by them, her ears as low as his, while her tail waved behind her in predatory manner, amethyst eyes narrowed in a slits, and baring her teeth in angry grimace.
She looked glorious, making him stare in a dazed awe.
He felt unwelcome touch fall of his tail, his appendage falling limply as he kept staring at the Warrior of Light, completely starstruck.
“I’m sorry, Warrior,” woman stammered, backing away. “I… I didn’t realized…”
Surr growled dangerously deep in her throat, looking like she was ready to pounce. He swallowed tightly, sudden heat raising through his body at the sound, fine hair rising at his neck.
He was instantly hard, dark blush blooming at his face.
His ears picked up sound of rapidly retreating steps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, suddenly his mismatched eyes trapped in purple stare.
She calmed down visibly once other woman left, her ears rising, tail stilling as she looked at him with a unreadable expression.
He opened his mouth, unsure what to say, when suddenly she grabbed his hand in hers, turned around and pretty much dragged him toward his tent.
He couldn’t hide amazement at the strength hidden in her slight form. He didn’t think he could resist her even if he tried, so he followed behind her quietly, blushing at the stunned stares thrown at them from all over the camp.
Even Cid, earlier focused at conversation with Rammbroes trailed stunned gaze behind them as Warrior of Light promptly dragged G’raha past him.
“Surr…” he finally recovered his voice once they entered his tent, flap closing behind them and cutting them off from outside world. “What…?”
She turned around, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. He swallowed hard, forcing his ears to stay upwards.
“You don’t deserve to be treated like that,” she nearly hissed, her purple eyes suddenly filling with unshed tears.
He looked around in panic, his messy tent not providing any answers as to what to do.
Suddenly she crumpled to her knees, still looking up at him as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“You… They…” she sobbed, unable to speak.
He whimpered at her distress, falling to his knees in front of her, his arms closing around her instinctively.
“They don’t understand at all…” she sobbed against his shoulder, her arms wounding tightly around his waist. He wasn’t sure who was she talking about, or what she meant, so he just smoothed his hand through her hair gently, secretly elated to hold her, as he rubbed his cheek against top of her head.
After a moment she pushed at his shoulders, leaning away, as she looked up at him again with angry eyes, still full of tears.
“Everything they see are our ears and tail and they think they have us all figured out,” she snapped angrily. “Like we are just Hyurs with extra appendage or a toys to do with as they please.”
Ohh… He lowered his ears considerably, thinking he finally was getting the idea why she was upset. After all, she grew up in a tribe, where some of their baser instincts weren’t as frowned upon as in mix-race cities.
“Surr,” he started slowly, just to find himself at lack of words.
“So what if you’re a Tia,” she snapped, “What does it matter, if you’re not in a tribe? Eager to please,” she huffed angrily. “Like yearning to be affectionate with those you care about is a bad thing.”
“And don’t think I didn’t notice,” she swatted at his chest suddenly, her ears lowered, “How you try to school your ears and tail, to fit in with their norms. Sometimes I feel half deaf when I speak with you.”
He never really consider that, he thought, stunned. Miqo’te’s ears and tails were extremely expressive, tied tightly with their emotions. For Surr, who grew up in a isolated tribe, subtle twitches were half of the conversation.
He was quite young when he arrived in Old Sharlayan, years of growing up between mix of races made his memories of his tribe seem like a distant, faded dream.
A warm, soft dream filled with affectionate touches that didn’t yet felt like taboos.
He frowned at the thought; it’s been years since he entertained such ideas.
He looked at Miqo’te in front of him carefully, her quiet sniffles breaking his heart. How alien would it seem if she completely stopped expressive twitches of her ears and tail? He saw her do that, when mask of Warrior of Light came over her face. Yet for some reason around him she let herself express her feelings freely.
He sighed heavily, then prompted by a distant memory, moving slowly to give her time to lean away, part of him kind of shocked when she didn’t, he nuzzled his cheek against hers gently.
She stiffened for a fraction of a second, then still sniffling softly returned affectionate gesture. She moved away, looking at him with teary surprise.
“You must excuse me,” he smiled sheepishly. “Tis been years since I have let myself indulge in such manner.”
She chuckled, looking at him from under her lashes. Then to his surprise, she rose on her knees, wounding her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
“It’s okay for you to be yourself around me, G’raha,” she whispered softly against his neck. “I don’t mind. In my tribe, they didn’t like having me around much, charity case as they said,” she sounded embarassed, and he could feel her cheek heating up. “Barely anyone would dare to show me affection, touch my ears or tail any other way then as some sort of punishment,” she swallowed tightly. “Then I arrived in Eorzea and here it’s a taboo to wish for such from anyone other then your lover.”
“Most people who think they know me… I know they think me cold, calm and collected,” she added, sniffling. “But it’s just that… I’m never sure how I should act around people of Eorzea. What feels natural to me, something I have yearned for through my childhood… Here it is wrong, and it’s turning everything upside-down.”
He sighed, new understanding of woman he came to care about sqeezing his throat painfully. Though until now his arms rested limply at his sides, he raised them, hugging her against his chest tightly, feeling his mismatched eyes water.
Not thinking about it much, he nuzzled his cheek against hers again comfortingly, his ears perking up at her slight sigh.
“Can I?” she asked hesitantly, her arms raising around his shoulders. He nodded, his throat still too tight, but he would give her anything she wished for.
Still, he shuddered feeling her touch his ears shyly.
“I’m sorry,” she backed away immediately, blushing furiously and looking away.
He almost cursed at himself, his own face burning. Hurriedly he clasped her hands in his, drawing them back to his head gently.
“Tis me who should be sorry,” he corrected bashfully. “You must understand, it’s been years…” he admitted, his blush deepening. “And as you said, I have gotten too used to city standards.”
Surr smiled shyly, also blushing, looking with mesmerized expression at his nervously twitching ears.
He lowered his head, bringing after mentioned appendages against her open palms, glad that in this position she couldn’t see his face.
Her first touch was infinitely gentle, testing, sending a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes, breathing in through his nose sharply, her slightly citrus smell making him dizzy for a second.
She brushed her fingers against outer edges, so carefully and tenderly he felt himself close to weeping.
As she got braver, her fingers smoothing gently soft fur, bracing her elbows on top of his shoulders he slowly raised his head, looking at her with dazed awe, as she seemingly completely unaware, focused as she was, slowly raised on her knees with his movement.
Slowly, with his heart pounding painfully in his chest, he raised his arms around her, swallowing hard as he smoothed his hands over her hair gently, with every pass his hands rising higher as he gathered his courage.
Finally, when her thumbs passed carefully over the inside of his ears, sending a shudder down his back, he raised his hands last few ilms and testingly, gently touched her soft, white-furred ears in return.
Surr stilled, holding her breath as her amethyst eyes slowly dropped to meet his red-cyan gaze. Then, still looking deeply in his eyes, smiling shyly again, she slowly tilted her head, pushing her ears against his palms fully.
He smiled bashfully, blinking hard when his eyes watered. Trying to be as gentle as possible, he dragged his thumbs over contours of her ears, long forgotten need bubbling up in his chest.
As if in a dream, closing his eyes, he nuzzled his cheek against hers again, unfamiliar, soothing sound raising to his ears. Only after long moment, feeling long forgotten vibration on his tongue, he realized the sound was coming from his own throat. He was purring.
He choked, trying to bite the embarrassing sound down, earning Surr's quiet whine. He leaned away and opened his eyes, letting go of her ears and meeting her purple gaze, dark blush spilling over his cheeks.
“Why did you stop?” she asked quietly, moving one of her hands from his ear to rest at his throat, her thumb tracing lines of red tattoo.
“It's…” he swallowed hard, averting his eyes. “Men shouldn’t purr,”
Surr scoffed, putting her hand under his chin and forcing him to meet her soft gaze again.
“I liked that,” she said shamelessly, grinning at him sweetly. “I liked it very much. Your purring is one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard,” she admitted blushing and lowering her eyes shyly. “It sounds so deep and calming. And it let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself.”
His face burned. He swallowed tightly again, slowly raising his right hand back to her ear, rubbing his thumb gently over the inner side. Surr tilted her head, bringing her ear fully against his palm again and closed her eyes slowly with sigh of pleasure.
G’raha wanted to kiss her. He wanted that so much, it hurt. While her eyes were closed, his mismatched eyes drifted to her slightly parted, plush lips. Inadvertly, he leaned in slightly, his breath picking up. Barely an ilm away, he chickened out, instead again nuzzling his cheek against hers, rueful smile on his lips.
Unaware of his struggle, Surr returned the gesture, sighing softly, then she wound her arms around his neck again, hugging him tightly and making is heart pound unevenly.
He heard that sound again, this time softer and so charming it seemed to wound tightly around his heart, calming its uneven rhythm. He closed his eyes, her soft purr lulling him in a sense of pure intimacy, when she raised her hand to his ear again, smoothing her fingers gently over soft fur. Soon enough, his throat vibrated again, his senses too dazed too care.
“G’raha,” her soft purr somehow lasted, as she spoke up while nuzzling at his throat, making him feel drunk. “Can I…” she swallowed nervously, silly, she should know by now he was complete putty in her soft hands. “Can I touch your tail?” she finished shyly.
Without opening his eyes, drowning in her smell, he moved his tail in front, right in her waiting hand.
Moment later his eyes shoot open, soft moan ripping from his lips as she curled her palm around base of his tail and smoothed it through it’s whole length, pure levin shooting up his spine, electrifying.
“It’s so soft…” she marveled innocently, eyes full of wonder.
He gritted his teeth, hiding his burning face against her shoulder, though careful not to disturb her hand still at his ear. He was better prepared when she did it again, though sensation still stole his breath away.
“Does it feel good, G’raha?” she asked and he thought she must be torturing him on purpose. Couldn’t she feel shudders ripping through him?
“Yes,” he choked out finally. Then he blushed. “Raha.”
“Hmm?” she hummed, distracted as she combed her fingers through fluffy end of his tail.
“You should call me ‘Raha'" he repeated softly.
She stilled, raising her amethyst, huge eyes up. Then she smiled softly, knowing perfectly well how much that meant.
“Raha,” his true name rolled of her tongue with soft purr, making him shiver. “I like it, very much,” she blushed.
He barely resisted sudden, painful, urge to push her down on the floor of his messy tent, and just show her how much he enjoyed the way she said his name.
G’raha gritted his teeth again, rubbing gently at her ear, focusing instead on her white tail, twitching happily behind her back.
“Can I?” he asked hesitantly.
She swing her tail around eagerly, making him chuckle.
Her tail was very similar to his own, if a bit longer, completely pearly-white as her hair and ears, with fluffy end. G’raha smoothed his free hand along its length experimentally.
He stiffened, his mismatched eyes shooting wide open when she moaned, deep and sinfully, and her eyes closed as she bend her head back, almost dislodging his suddenly limp palm from her ear.
Gods, she must be doing it on purpose. He blushed darkly as pang of lust shoot through him, stealing his breath away.
“Ohh,” she sighed blissfully, making him swallow hard. “It really feels good.” She grinned at him.
She grinned. Pure and innocent.
While he was twisting himself in circles, lusting after her.
Twelve, she will be the end of him.
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Surr grinned, in an effort to cover her more then mischievous smile.
She thanked the Gods for blessing her with huge, innocent looking eyes. At least in this one situation.
She was honestly curious how far will Raha let her take this game before he catches on.
Raha. She purred in pleasure, rolling his name around in her mind. She didn’t thought herself naïve and she knew what she wanted.
Raha, kissing her, with all that passion he was hiding in those gorgeous, mismatched eyes.
She saw earlier, through her lashes, as he leaned in, their lips bare ilms apart. Then he changed his mind, nearly making her whine in disappointed.
She didn’t know how far must she push him, to taste this beautiful, plush lips.
But if some knew her enough, they knew Warrior of Light was nothing if not determined.
She wanted him, with selfish and possessive abandon. But she also wanted him to make first move. To move past his obvious hero-worship. Surr needed him to see her as woman, not the symbol.
So she grinned, her huge eyes pure and innocent, and almost laughed out loud at his dumbfounded expression.
I’m sorry, Raha, she thought, blinking her long, dark lashes. That’s for your own good.
He looked away, blushing, oh so gorgeous.
Surr licked her lower lip nervously, unsure if she didn’t push too hard, too fast.
Then as if involuntary, he smooth along her tail again, and she didn’t bother to stifle her soft moan. Gods, it felt wonderful. She blushed, closing her eyes. With near a thought, she petted gently red tail resting in her lap, still marveling at it’s uncanny softness.
She almost growled, remembering Silica, that brutish woman grabbing his tail unceremoniously, as if she had any right.
He was Surr’s. He just didn’t know it yet.
She purred softly, when he rubbed at her ear again, small wonder of it still making her blush and tilt her head toward his palm shamelessly.
Twelve, she loved his touch. He was so gentle, so tender with her, she wanted to weep.
She never lied to him about her past, but as touch-starved as she was, she would never let anyone else do that.
Truth was, she was hopelessly in love with him.
She was glad now that Minfilia declined her request, basking shamelessly in his soft touch on her ear and tail, purring happily. Maybe she even buy Minfilia flowers as a thank you gift.
They both moved nearly unconsciously, nearly chest to chest now. Surr breath in deeply, almost tasting on her tongue his lovely smell, of leather and oil he used to clean his bow, and ink and dusty tomes, and underneath all that, something so distinctly his, it made her dizzy.
She run her long nails gently through the soft, fluffy fur at the end of his tail, delighting in how his breath picked up against her ear.
She really, really, wanted to run her tongue across the tattoo at his throat, so much she could almost taste it. She swallowed down the soft whine raising in her throat.
She just needed a bit more time to get him where she wanted. She was sure of that.
Surr leaned away slightly, raising her eyes and looking up at him from under her lashes, blush spreading over her cheeks.
Darkened red-cyan gaze met hers, his eyes dropping slowly to her slightly parted lips. She licked her lower lip nervously, swallowing tightly.
He lowered his head slowly, till his breath tickled her lips, mismatched gaze locking with with dark purple…
Gods, please….
“Surr? G’raha?” Cid's voice, coming from the outside of the tent, pierced through surrounding them haze, making them both jump apart instinctively, blushing.
She tried to catch her breath, while Raha was looking anywhere but her, dark blush at his face.
“Yes, Cid?” she answered finally, surprised how even her voice sounded.
“Is everything alright?” her friend asked.
It would be, if you could have waited few more minutes.
“Yes, of course!” she said cheerfully. “Did you need something?”
“We have guests. A pair, Unei and Doga, who say they’re Students of Baldesion and they may know how to open the Tower.”
Surr and G’raha looked at each other with wide open eyes, then grinned at the same time.
“We are coming in a second,” he called out to Cid.
Surr looked at him curiously, as he rose to his feet, mischievous smile at his plush lips. She accepted stretched out hand, helping her rise.
“Ready to meet Destiny, my Warrior?” he smiled that charming way that made her heart melt.
“With you?” she grinned. “Always.”